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She’s got a boyfriend, you fucking idiot. Stop it.
Ymir sighed heavily, staring blankly at the TV.
Historia had to be asleep on her shoulder, one of Ymir’s shirts draped over her small frame, worn plaid contrasting with the good girl angel look she had going on.
She murmured something in her sleep, burrowing closer to Ymir, and it just made the heartache even worse.
“Dammit, Historia…”
She gently brushed a piece of hair out of her face, tucking it back behind her ear, pulling the smaller girl closer to her.
Out of all the girls in the world, she had to fall for her best friend. With a boyfriend. Who deserved someone better than her. Someone so much better.
She sighed deeply, resting her head on the couch, smiling sadly.
This was enough.